The following story is inspired by the fantastic art of the one and only Mr. X. Those who know his work will be familiar with the wordless story of Esha and the tentacles. They will also know the famous paintings of a beaten and violated Supergirl on Planet of the Inseminoids, surrounded by spurting penis- plants, wailing that she has been "raped relentlessly" and that even her breasts have been "ruined, sucked dry." The following takes a few thousand words to say more or less the same thing. Enjoy or die. Dr. Strange B. Love ".Dozens of tiny worms seemed to pour over the lips of her cunt and disappear inside. Then the greenish mass pulsed and contracted like a single muscle. In seconds, the clenched Kryptonian pussy was pried gaping wide along its entire length, all the way to her cervix. She sighed in her sleep and wiggled fitfully..." SUPERGIRL ON VIOLANTIS I Supergirl always felt a little disoriented when she came out of a wormhole. Travelling between dimensions this way felt as if it were distorting not only her body, but her mental stability. This time was no different. As she paused in the vacuum of deep space to take a look around, she felt dizzy, even a little sick. She'd done this kind of interstellar travel often enough, however, not to let the momentary sensation of weakness frighten her. It would pass, as it always did. She was on a critical mission. Esha the Master Thief had escaped from a horde of pursuing government agents on Earth. They were after the big breasted crook because she had stolen the last six vials of a top secret experimental formula for a universal aphrodisiac. The bikini- clad super villain had infiltrated the laboratories of Lexcorp, a huge international conglomerate, and made off with the poison. If unleashed on an unwitting American population, this super-concentrated drug would destroy American society by creating a whole nation of sex psychotics. The President of the United States herself had pleaded for Supergirl's help in returning the formula to US government control, so it could be destroyed safely. The beautiful blond teenager could hardly refuse such a desperate request. Not only that, Lex Luther, CEO of Lexcorp, had offered Supergirl a substantial bounty if she brought back Esha alive. The money would be almost enough to pay Supergirl's tuition to college. Besides, this was personal with her. Esha had humiliated her once to often in their previous battles, the arrogant bitch. It would be a pleasure to cut her down to size at last. The control bank on Esha's still- smoking interdimensional transporter indicated that the buxom blond master criminal had beamed to somewhere near the star system where Supergirl now orbited, in the vicinity of the mysterious Orgone Cluster. Goddess only knew why the sadistic villainess had chosen to come here. Little was known about this sector. Talk about the middle of nowhere! Supergirl searched carefully with her telescopic X- ray vision. First she checked for red stars, which could fatally drain her super powers. The nearest was half a parsec distant, too close for comfort but not close enough for immediate concern. Next, she looked for yellow stars with planets that might support life. Since Esha was merely human, and had transported wearing only her usual skimpy black bikini and eye mask, she would have sought a warm, hospitable planet. Supergirl frowned prettily. There was no planet nearby that was even remotely habitable for Earth life. There was only one yellow star, around which orbited two giant Jupiter- like planets. Either of these would have crushed Esha flat as a cow turd if she'd landed on them. Everything else hereabouts was a vast desert of asteroids, thousands upon thousands of drifting, desolate rocks. Supergirl sighed. It would be like a needle in a haystack if Esha were hidden in that mess. The blond of steel scissors- kicked her shapely legs and began to fly among the asteroids, searching the cosmic rubble. Almost an hour went by. The teenager was getting frustrated. "Damn bitch slut," she muttered, using the special language Esha and her hench girls had taught her that time when they had imprisoned her in the Kryptonite sarcophagus. "That bimbo cunt is really pissing me off!" added the baby- faced blond. She was almost ready to give up hope when she saw what she was looking for. If she had blinked, she would have flown right past it. The thing was by no means a planet. It hardly even qualified as a moon. She estimated that it was ten miles long. It was narrow and flat, shaped like a giant arrow head. But it was covered with dense vegetation, which shown brilliant green in the bright yellow star light. Supergirl hovered about a hundred miles above it and looked it over. Despite its size, the object exerted a considerable gravitational pull, as much as Earth or perhaps a little more. She could see waterfalls cascading over high, moss covered cliffs, crystal clear lakes, and a verdant jungle so dense that it resisted the penetration of her X ray gaze. In the midst of the surrounding cosmic emptiness, this planetoid was so green it shocked the eye. It was very beautiful. No doubt that's where her quarry was. "That clever little whore," muttered Supergirl. "This is the perfect hideout. I bet the slut actually believes I would never find her here!" She was already picturing in her mind the public adoration that would be hers when she brought Esha back to Earth in custody. She'd get a medal from President Mary Lynn Monroe for sure. Maybe even a kiss, in private! With a triumphant burst of speed, Supergirl hurtled toward the tiny green planetoid. She must have still been a little woozy from the wormhole. She started to brake for landing a little too late, and then she found herself off-course. Instead of landing in the tiny meadow she had selected, she splashed into a deep lake. She sputtered to the surface. The water was incredibly warm, if it was even water at all. The crystal clear fluid felt thicker and more viscous than water. Her wet blond hair was plastered to her head. Tentatively, she licked a little of it from her finger. She frowned. It was sweet! Very strange. As she swam with powerful strokes toward the lake's shore, she found herself opening her mouth without thinking and taking in little sips of the goo. It was delicious, like alien fruit juice. Supergirl waded up out of the lake with thick globules of the nectar hanging from her hair, elbows, nose and breasts. She wiped it off her face. It was slippery, like body lotion. The weird substance had soaked through the fabric of her blue and red costume, saturating the invulnerable material. Supergirl looked down at herself and giggled self-consciously. The stuff had made her super costume translucent. She looked like one of those wet tee shirt bimbos back on earth. The nipples of her firm C cup breasts poked in plain view through the blue cloth. Even her sweet, puckered little belly button showed through. Underneath the short red skirt, her steely, curvaceous buns were still partly hidden. But the fabric clung like second skin to the tops of her thighs showing every curve. She might as well have been naked. "Wow!" she exclaimed. But after the initial surprise wore off, she forgot about it. After all, nobody was peeping, she reassured herself. This was an uninhabited planetoid. Or was it? The amazon maiden set her jaw firmly and peered with her X ray vision through the impenetrable wall of the dense alien jungle. Somebody was here alright, and her name began with "E." And she was not going to be happy to see Supergirl. The jungle was so dense that even her X Ray vision couldn't penetrate it more than a few hundred yards. The vegetation, if that's what it was, was not at all like on Earth. The plant-like stems and vines had no leaves, and assumed all sorts of fantastic twisted shapes. Supergirl shuddered with disgust. The stuff reminded her of a nest of giant maggots. Some of the bigger stems seemed to pulse and swell as she stared at them, almost as if they were aware of her. And as she inspected closer, she could see that the greens were different from Earth vegetation too, nearly black at the roots but glowing incandescent emerald at the new shoots. Her skin crawled. She hated that color green. It gave her the creeps. She took off and cruised slowly above the jungle canopy, looking for any trace of Esha. It soon became obvious, however, that she was going to need to work at ground level. In the distance, the planetoid's plant stuff lay flat and lifeless on the wedged surface like the strings of a worn out carpet. But as she flew over it, the stuff reacted to her presence. Great big areas of it aroused into vertical position, wagging about like a lawn of giant wormy stalks. Creepy but kind of exciting. The tuberous tendrils wiggled and writhed so chaotically that staring into it made her feel a little dizzy. She landed in a tiny clearing near what had looked from the air like a waterfall. On closer inspection she discovered it was made of the same viscous sweet nectar as the lake. It didn't roar down the cliff at all. It oozed, slow and thick. On impulse, she cupped some of it in her hands and lapped it up with her tongue. The flavor was different from the lake. It was scrumptious, like licking warm pomegranate ice cream. She gobbled another handful before she caught herself and stopped. She reminded herself to be cautious. She was Supergirl, of course, and so nothing could poison her. But she didn't like it when something alien tempted her so much. First she wanted to know what it was. She ran her tongue over her slippery lips and waded into the jungle on foot. The vegetation annoyed her. It was so thick and twisted that she had to break through it to move forward. Many of the stalks snapped off in her grip like fresh asparagus, hemorrhaging great spurts of sap. The obnoxious juice soon covered her from head to toe. Other species of vine were so elastic and slippery that they were hard to get a grip on, tough to break. Not that this was any challenge to her powers, really, but it was definitely slowing her down. The planetoid wasn't spinning on an axis, so the weak yellow sun never moved in the sky. It was hot. She was sweating. It was impossible to keep track of time. After what seemed like forever fighting the stubborn jungle, Supergirl sank into a really nasty mood. "Fuck me," she snarled out loud. "This is really fucked up." For all her work, she had leveled less than a square mile. Not a single clue to Esha's whereabouts. Nothing. She had clear cut the area faster than a dozen D6's, but already the weird vegetation was sprouting back from the ground with tens of thousands of little wormy shoots. In no time, it would be as if the girl of steel had never been there. "Esha, you slit licking bimbo," bellowed the frustrated blond. "Do you actually think you can hide from me?" The thick air was stone silent, except for the hissing and rubbing of the writhing stalks. Supergirl decided to sit for a moment and think. She needed to come up with a better strategy. At this rate, it would take forever to search the whole planetoid. She didn't want to do this job dumb like she usually did because she was too strong to need to think. She had to come up with a strategy. She tried to concentrate on how much she hated Esha. But to her annoyance, at the moment all she felt was lonely. At least Esha was human. True, the blond thief had really humiliated the gullible Kryptonian lass the last time they met. First the cunning crooked cunt had tricked the daughter of Kal-el into a Kryptonite trap. Then she had dominated her mercilessly for over a week. But it was also true that Esha had was a sexual master, with a body fit for the job. Her mountainous boobs so cushy and plush that Supergirl had come instantly the first time the bigger girl had forced a kiss on her. Supergirl sighed. Right now, those mountainous mamms would feel really good to fondle and suck. Supergirl's eyes bulged in shock. What was the matter with her? What could she be thinking? She detested Esha. After all, the masked witch had laughed insanely while all twenty two of her sadistic henchmen had raped their invulnerable captive at least a dozen times each. It turned out that Esha had been feeding her men the experimental universal aphrodisiac. And of course Supergirl had proved to be the perfect guinea pig for the felonious fem's diabolical experiment. Those black- cowled crooks had plowed the helpless blond super heroine until her womb was so bloated with their cum that she looked pregnant. But that wasn't the final humiliation. After the epic gang bang, Esha herself expertly had licked and sucked her teenage captive to climax after climax. She had driven Supergirl temporarily insane with pleasure. Just remembering the feel of Esha's tongue on her throbbing clit was making the girl of steel all wet. Even now. Supergirl shook her head furiously. Darn that Esha! Here she was having a dirty daydream about getting raped by her nemesis when she should be hunting for her. She would just drink a little more of the delicious nectar and get going. She had worked up quite an appetite. She got down on her hands and knees and slurped at some of the stuff that oozed from the jutting stalk of a gigantic plant node. Hungrily, she ran her tongue back and forth along the fibrous oozing shaft. She was too busy drinking to realize how hot she would have looked, if anyone was there to see. In this position, her rock hard, up- thrusting little ass seemed to be just begging for something, anything to grab it. As if on cue, a slender worm like tendril slithered silently along the ground, reared up like a snake, grew stiff as a steel pipe, and began to vibrate intensely. The aroused stalk stretched itself until it was scant inches from her buried blond treasure. A cum-like gush spurted from its bulbous tip, splattering the girl's nectar soaked miniskirt. Supergirl, however, was too busy feasting to notice. The nectar in this clearing tasted different from the others she had sampled. It tasted like liquid marshmallow. The amazing maiden had always had a weakness for marshmallow. She lost track of how much she drank. Never had she tasted anything so wonderful. At last she raised her head and made a most unladylike belch. She rubbed her fingertips absently over her tummy, which felt very full indeed. She was overdoing it, of course, but the juices on this planet were scrumptious. She might as well enjoy them. Glancing up, she noticed with surprise that the sky was turning red with a spectacular sunset. So there was time on this planetoid after all. Whatever. She wouldn't stay around long enough to get used to it. She would grab that black hearted Esha bitch and fly. That was her plan. But just at the moment she felt a little drowsy. This was annoying, but not alarming. She never slept on Earth of course. But sometimes flushing through a wormhole could make her sleepy. She debated. She knew she should keep hunting, but the opportunity to nap was rare for her. Sleeping was a precious pleasure. Maybe she would even dream. Why not? She slumped heavily to the mossy ground. Lights out. ************ The nubile alien breeder lay sleeping on my forest floor. This one was constructed much like the first arrival, only more petite and younger. But I could tell it was very, very different. The voluptuous curves of its tiny mammal flesh incited my entire body. All my thousands of stalks, vines, and tendrils pulsed in response to it. Mammals make the best breeders, as everyone knows. Although I had never before encountered this mammal type, I could tell they were perfectly constructed for my purposes. For one thing, they were equipped with multiple dark, wet, warm cavities to protect and nurture my seed. But even better, they sported pairs of large, spherical nectar- producing sacks on their torsos. True, the mamms on this new one were underdeveloped compared to those of her predecessor. At their current size they would never produce enough food to satisfy my young, so I would need to enhance them. But that would be easy. With a bit of stimulation and a steady diet of my potent secretions, they would swell sufficiently to nourish my hungry newborn. I didn't know what good fortune caused these two beautiful creatures to come to me, but I was grateful. I had not had the opportunity to breed in many eons, not since banishment from my tribe. Like the first alien, this new one was exquisitely warm and soft. I could sense the intricate rivers of hot fluids coursing inside her soft liquid body. Though tiny, these alien breeders were complex, mysterious, and delicate. True, my offspring, so much larger than these fragile bodies were designed for, would sorely test their carrying capacities. But with some care on my part, I could reasonably hope they would hold together long enough to get the job done. I wondered if the new breeder would prove fertile. Though similar, it was not the same species as the first one. I could hardly contain my excitement. It would be a magnificent pleasure to explore and penetrate its ripe young flesh. I throbbed with anticipation. But of course my pleasure was secondary to my Master Plan. I had not progenerated in a thousand solar years, and my need to multiply was great. If I succeeded, I would be free at last to build an army of warrior offspring. My quest for interplanetary conquest was on fire once again, just from the mating potency these two hot little breeder bodies had ignited in my flesh. I had learned much from my encounter with the first breeder. With that one, I just took what I wanted, wasting no time on preliminaries. During the initial seedings, I almost killed it. Of course, I forgive myself for my excesses. After all I had gone rather a long time with no outlet for my mating need. It was only natural that I would be eager. Nevertheless after that first time I wished my mating had not been consummated so fast. The delicate breeder had been seriously weakened by my attentions, and almost died. I discovered I had to wait until it laid before I could seed it again. It was capable of bearing only one egg at a time. And it took almost nine interminable drosts for each egg to mature, as meanwhile my whole body throbbed with the need to seed. Of necessity, I developed spectacular self discipline. To do otherwise would have been foolish, since premature seeding would inevitably have destroyed the precious breeder. Above all I dared not endanger my eggs. With this new breeder, I resolved to pursue my pleasure more carefully. This time I would take all necessary time. The new breeder might even prove durable enough to take my full power; but for this to occur, I would have to proceed by steps. First, I would explore the breeder thoroughly, learning everything about its fertile flesh. Then I would take the time to render the breeder receptive. Only then I would use it and abuse it, giving every shoot and tendril on my whole, lonely body a chance to enjoy every nook and cavity of its hot wet little body. After all, I had over a thousand years of stored- up seed to expend. Fortunately, the new breeder appeared to be unusually strong for its size, much stronger than the first one. Strong enough to require caution. If I were not careful, it could even hurt me. In one short hour, it had already torn shredded a big area of my skin, ripping out big chunks of my nodes. That hurt. It took all my self discipline to keep from screaming with pain. This breeder could be dangerous. So I wouldn't try to break her open by brute force. At least not yet. Does that seem cowardly of me? Perhaps. But I prefer to call it clever. And cowardice was not the only reason to avoid a frontal assault on the new breeder's womb. Strategy was. Strategy, and my desire to possess her so totally that she would never be free of me. I was determined to maximize the seeding to its fullest potential. ************* Kara slept. Kara dreamed. Her young, curvaceous body lay slack and vulnerable on the planetoid's tough leathery skin. For a while, she breathed slowly and steadily, but then something changed inside her dreaming. Her breath quickened to a panicky staccato. She tossed her head from side to side, and her full young bosom rose and fell violently in response to something terrifying inside her mind, as if she were defending her life or her virtue from monsters. As she struggled with her inner demons, the ground underneath her came alive. Thousands of tiny, tender, glowing green shoots sprouted and writhed around her. Tendrils started to creep over the contours of her exposed flesh, but she slept on. Soon the tiny threads began to cocoon relentlessly around her naked arms and legs. More of the glowing green fibers attacked her golden hair, weaving themselves into it, pulling it taut from her skull until it stuck out straight like sun rays. The tendrils slipped inside her costume, first entering through her blue sleeves, then invading wherever else they could. She groaned. Within minutes hundreds of shoots were curling around her breasts, spiraling round and round until they had encased the entire orbs, including her nipples. They began to squeeze and pulse rythmically. The sleeping girl's translucent blue costume appeared to writhe with worms. Shoots of the stuff slithered up out of her cleavage, moving upward to circle her slender throat. Other shoots probed down under the waistband of her miniskirt, groping into the crack of her twitching steely bum. Supergirl sighed and squirmed, but didn't wake. As if they were one, the grass-like shoots throbbed and tensed like muscle flesh, hoisting her limp shapely legs up off the turf. Her sleeping body was yanked and maneuvered with sinister purpose. Soon her knees were forced wide apart and stretched back up into her shoulders. Tendrils that had crept under her costume from behind began to fill the crotch of her red, white and blue panties. The sinister stuff surged and pulsed. Like thick green pubic hair, shoots began to sprout in curls from the elastic leg bands of her underpants. Probing nodes brushed in feathery swirls over the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Restlessly, the slumbering maiden of steel whimpered. She began to buck and heave, gyrating her hips. The plant matter pulsating at her groin swelled thicker in mass, until it inflated like a giant fist inside her tight panties. A wet ripping sound split the air. The crotch of her panties had disintegrated. The planetoid's nectar had rotted through the high tech material. Unconscious, the endangered super heroine panted, inhaling the sweet, rotting smell of the planetoid's nectar in staccato gasps. A green fibrous boll massed at Supergirl's naked crotch. Finger- like branches of it fastened to her labia and stealthily pried her open. Nectar- coated wormy shoots slithered into her pussy, flexing, prying, opening the pink glistening flesh like a phalanx of tunnel builders. Her eyes flickered. For a moment, it seemed she might awaken. She sighed and opened her knees a little wider. Dozens of tiny worm shafts poured over the lips of her cunt and burrowed inside her. Then the greenish mass pulsed and contracted like a single muscle. The clenched Kryptonian cunt was pried open along its entire length, yawning wide all the way from her pussy lips to her cervix. She sighed and squirmed. A single, tiny shoot with an orifice the size of an anus latched onto the bulb of her swollen clit. The sleeping girl cried out and bucked as the tiny tendril tweaked her. A stalk of thicker dimension hovered over her face, dripping with nectar, and inserted itself into her gaping mouth. It began to pump into her. She swallowed greedily. Its nectar drugged her into deeper sleep. Tendrils no thicker than fiber optic strands stabbed through the scarlet S of her costume top and penetrated the tiny apertures of her nipples. The tiny probes penetrated deep into her breast flesh, writhing, exploring, mapping every capillary of her inner flesh. Similar strands penetrated Supergirl's anus, urethra, mouth, nostrils, lips, tear ducts, and ears. Every orifice on her body, no matter how tiny, was penetrated. Even her innocent little belly button was breached. Her entire body fell under massive invasion as the alien host explored her inside and out. After a time, the probes withdrew. The thicker tentacles on her nipples and clit sucked and yanked with mounting force. Her cunt, gaped by the powerful green fingers of fiber, leaked a steady ooze of sex juice. A new shoot, radioactive green in color and little thicker than a vermicelli, surged up out of the ground between her widespread legs. It reared back like a striking cobra and penetrated her yawning pussy, driving its head in deep. The penetrator shot in past her cervix, all the way into her womb while the mass of wormgrass held her open. Deep inside the violated super pussy, the rapacious worm bullied the unconscious super heroine to orgasm. It was over quickly. She came with a terrible convulsion. Her piercing shriek sliced through the eerie planetoid silence. Quickly, silently the seething green mass retracted from her twitching flesh, disappearing into the leathery ground. The planetoid fell silent. Supergirl moaned, blinked her eyes, and sat up on one elbow. She looked about in dazed confusion. "Wow, what a dream," she exclaimed. She ran her fingers down over her body, checking to see if everything was okay. As she touched her nipples, she winced. Ouch! They had never hurt like that before. When her fingers inspected between her legs, her blue eyes bulged and her mouth gaped in disbelief. It hadn't been only a dream! Her panties had been ripped! Her pussy was soaking wet! Furiously, Supergirl leapt into a battle crouch and looked around. Nobody. Nothing. Who, or what, had dared to molest the Maiden of Steel? Whoever or whatever would be sorry, that's for sure. ******************** SUPERGIRL ON VIOLANTIS II Supergirl had already been in a bad mood. But now she was furious. "I mean," she whined out loud, "here I am on this deserted fucking rock, parsecs from anywhere, and I can't even take a little nap without some low- life monster trying to take advantage." She knew it couldn't have been Esha. The horny heat deep inside her pussy couldn't have come from a female tongue, not even Esha's slick flicking lingual lapper. Only a man- thing could have reached so deep inside her, all the way to her deepest G spot. She was on fire, so hot she could barely think. Whatever it was, it had to have been an exceedingly well-hung man-thing. Supergirl couldn't wait to get her hands on the sick fuck. First she would wring his neck slowly, then she would make him eat his own dick. "Come out here and face me like a man," she screamed. "You pervert!" There was no answer but the restless rustling of the writhing jungle. Supergirl plunged back into the search for Esha, but the blackness of the planetoid's night seemed endless. Acres of huge tentacles fell before her flailing, enraged arms, ripped from the ground by their roots. She left a wasteland of desolation behind her, but still no sign of Esha. The berzerk blond bellowed with rage and horny frustration as sinuous suckers gripped and groped, fondled and felt, pushed and probed her straining body. The battle went on and on, until at last she fell to her knees, panting with exhaustion. Exhaustion! Supergirl? How could such a thing be? The dynamic damsel, capable on Earth of bench pressing an entire battleship if she wanted, ought not to be taxed by a bunch of wormy tentacles. "I'm Supergirl," she reminded herself, trying to boost her own morale. As she lay trying to rest, relentless vines and suckers crept toward her, slithering quickly up her legs. For the moment, she tried to ignore them, clenching her vaginal muscles in steel tight defense to keep them from doing their worst. Dimly, she began to realize that there were sinister, cunning forces at work on this planetoid that she did not yet understand. Suddenly a hollow pain knifed through her stomach, doubling her over. "Ungh!" she gasped. It took her a second to realize what was wrong. She was starving. But that was impossible! On Earth, she never ate, except to please friends while dining with them in her secret human identity. She didn't care much for food, and not eating meant she didn't have to worry about pissing and shitting and all those other disgusting body functions that plagued Earth humans. True, she had always had a soft spot for ice cream, but she didn't need it. She got all her super powered nourishment from the yellow sun. But this hunger was different. She had never felt like this before. She was seized by an intense craving for.. banana nectar. She no sooner thought this than the air around her filled with the smell of ripe banana. Her hair stood on end. "How???!!!" "NO," she gasped, gritting her teeth as dozens of thick tubes around her began to spurt little fountains of nectar in a riot of tantalizing flavors. . "MUST NOT GIVE IN!" The brave girl struggled valiantly, but the delicious temptation was relentless. A green glowing stalk rose inches from her face reeking of rich dark chocolate. "GET AWAY," she cried. She batted at the oozing member with her hand, which came away coated with slippery resin. Despite herself, she licked the stuff from her fingers. That's all, she wrote. "NO, PLEASE!" she sobbed. Her resistance exploded into tiny fragments. She fell upon the chocolate flavored sprout, grabbed it with both hands, closed her mouth over its bulbous tip, and began to suck. Thick warm resins spurted from the tip of the sprout. She gulped the sweet rich goo greedily, working her hands and mouth up and down the slippery shaft, milking it. "OH Great Goddess!" she thought as the thing spurted a hot rush of dark sweet liquid down her throat. She drank it all down, not spilling a drop, sucking and licking until finally the spent stalk sank limp to the ground. Other stalks reared up before her, reeking of pistachio, rum raisin, peach, and cherry. Supergirl staggered. Her head spun and her belly burned in a riot of desire. She tried to run somewhere, anywhere to get away from the delicious assault. But more tubes of evil temptation sprouted in the darkness before her and blocked her path, spewing pralines and cream, strawberry, coconut, and mango. It was no use. Wearily, she grabbed a tube of pure French vanilla and began to suck. ****************** "Either it's my imagination, or the gravity on this planet has gotten heavier," said the beleaguered blond. She had no idea how long since she had finally escaped the forest of 36 flavors, but it was still night. To make matters worse, it seemed as if her infrared X ray vision was dimming. She had been expending a lot of solar energy since she got here, and knew that her reserves were running low. She would welcome daylight. If it didn't come soon, she'd have to leave this evil planetoid for a while to recharge. For some reason, her costume felt really, really tight. Especially around her boobs and ass, as if the high tech fabric were shrinking on her. More annoying still her nipples felt raw and irritated, just like they had after Esha's gang raped her. Maybe something about the planetoid nectar was making the super- costume shrink. Boy did that piss her off. Not only were these costumes expensive, but they were hard to find. She had only one spare back on Earth. Abruptly, Supergirl stopped complaining to herself. What was that up ahead? Every nerve in her body went on full alert. She couldn't be sure, but thought she saw might have seen something in that clearing. Suddenly, as she moved forward to look closer, her nipples began to burn horribly. "Ungh!" gasped the blond maiden, sinking to her knees. She pawed at a flaming breast with each hand. The fire was agonizing, a horrible pressure from within as if her tits were getting ready to explode. Both boobs were swollen to at least twice their normal size. "What the.." gasped Supergirl. "So tight..can't.breath!" Her invulnerable costume felt like a boa constrictor. Gingerly, she touched her burning nipples with her fingers. "Arrrggghhhhhhh!" she howled. The slightest touch to her nipples was like a lance of pain. She stared in horror down at her chest. Her breasts were so swollen she couldn't see her own feet! Even more shocking were her nipples. The two little buttons had grown huge. Now they were at least an inch thick and twice that in length!. And they were as hard as steel, tender as an open wound. "The nectar!" she gasped through clenched teeth. Too late, Supergirl understood the terrible price of submitting to the planetoid's temptations. A surge of panic gripped her. Biting back the agony in her nipples, she struggled to her feet and ran to the nearest nectarfall. In the din green glow of the forest night, she saw her reflection in the crystal clear sheet of goo. "Oh noooooo!" she wailed. "It CAN"T BE!!!" Her whole body was changing as her flesh absorbed the insidious nutrients. Her once- girlish curves were already unrecognizable. Her shapely hips bulged now, wide and flaring. Her slender dancer's thighs had thickened by fifty percent. And her proud steel ass, once the size of a pair of perfect canteloupes, was approaching watermelon scale. She gripped the bountiful buttocks with both hands and squeezed. The flesh was yielding, soft and plush. "Fat!" gasped the terrified girl. "Dear Goddess, save me! " But it was her torso that shocked most of all. Her once pert, C cup breasts had swelled to at least a 42 double D. The bulging boob flesh stretched the fabric of her skin suit tight as an over-filled balloon. Her gigantic nipples throbbed, and she doubled over under another attack of fiery agony. "Aaarrggghh!" she cried. "S..so.m.much.p.PAIN..can't..." Desperately, Supergirl dug her fingers into the strangling cloth and ripped open her bodice. Her humungous new breasts burst forth, freed from the terrible pressure. The orbs were titanic, almost four times their normal size. The monstrous nipples glowed bright red and throbbed angrily. They still burned, if not quite as much as before. "It can't be," she repeated, in a tiny voice. "It must be a bad dream! At least a 46 triple F!!" But it was no dream. This was no trick mirror. She could touch herself with her own two hands and prove that. Her gigantic milk sacks were as firm and taut as drum skins. Her perfect girlish body was ruined. She looked like some kind of cartoon super heroine! Miraculously, her tiny, 22 inch waist seemed unaffected. Talk about hourglass. "Well, that's something, anyway," the stricken Supergirl said, taking courage. "It's still a damn good body." Gingerly, she squeezed one of her giant breasts. "Oh my goodness!" she gasped. A six foot jet of milky fluid shot from her nipple. "It can't be..I.I'm..LACTATING!!!" The whole forest seemed to go insane around Supergirl as the scent of her mamm milk hit the air. Wormy shoots and tentacles with gaping suckers on their tips writhed insanely, hurling toward her. At first, she fought them off, but the pressure inside her inflated breasts quickly wore down her defenses. As she fought off tens of the tentacles, one snuck around from behind and clamped onto her left nipple. Before she could pull it off, it sucked powerfully. "Ggghhhaaaa!" she sobbed, trying to tear off the leach- like attacker with both hands. But trying to pull it off caused her tender nipple to flare in white hot pain. Within a few seconds, the suffering super heroine's fierce struggle tapered off. Her arms slumped to her side in defeat. She didn't even resist when a second sucker latched onto her right tit. The sound of greedy slurping filled the night as the tormented steel princess sank to her knees. "Oh, yes," she whimpered. "Yes, yes!" As the intense sucking drained her breasts, the horrible burning pressure began to subside. "Ahhhh!" she sighed, as mammary relief soothed her. Listlessly, she reached a hand back to swat away the dozen or so thick creepers that intruded under the hem of her mini skirt. But she wasn't in an ideal position to defend herself. On all fours, hypnotized by the powerful sucking on her teats, it was hard to concentrate on defending her virtue. Her whole attention was on the pleasure in her nipples. Every muscle in her body was relaxing. A wormstalk, rigid as a steel tube and the thickness of a thumb and coated with slippery nectar poked her naked bottom. She squirmed, trying to move away, but the suckers on her nipples clamped her torso to the ground. Slowly, powerfully, the stiff, greasy worm- like tube inserted itself into her anus. The further it slid inside the distracted girl, the more it swelled and thickened, opening her, penetrating. Desperate to relieve her breasts, Supergirl had no choice but to submit to the anal assault. She had heard of such things happening to human females, but had always believed it could never happened to her. Now that it was, it wasn't so terrible. As a matter of fact, her whole body felt warm and soft and good. The sucking on her breasts was relaxing her, making her drowsy. The penetration in her asshole while not exactly relaxing, felt somehow fulfilling.. "Slooot!" A thick lump moved from the ground up through the raping worm tube and disappeared inside Supergirl's softened buttocks. A muffled "Splersh" sound came from inside her bottom, and thick viscous goo spurt from her plugged butt hole. She yelped and twitched a little, but that was all. Then the wormy member shrank from her and fell with a dull splat to the ground. Hot green liquid leaked from her bottom and rivered down the insides of her thighs, but she was too intent on relieving her breasts to notice. The leach stalks were still draining her, and she felt very, very peaceful. ************ link Bravely, the beleagered super heroine pulled herself up to her hands and knees and tried to remember her mission. Her breasts had been sucked dry. They no longer hurt. She stared at them in horror. They had shrunk to about half their new size, although still several times bigger than normal. But they were a disaster! Lumpy and misshapen, they looked completely deflated, flopping sloppily almost to her belly. She fought back tears. Her beautiful, dancer's body was totally fucked up. She looked like a cow, and she was only 18! "Oooooohhhhhh!" she wailed. "My Breasts! They're RUINED!" Fighting through her tears, she tore into the dense thicket of wiggling vines and trunks, until at last she entered into a new clearing. Her heart thumped with hope. There had been a violent struggle here. The uprooted corpses of a dozen stalks and vines lay rotting on the ground, the stubs of their dying trunks impotently spurting jets of green fluid. Supergirl sniffed the air, but she could smell nothing except the usual sickly rot. Carefully, she searched the littered ground for clues with her dimming infrared vision. When that turned up nothing, she got down on hands and knees and combed the clearing. Her magnificent new boobs were already refilling, regaining their full shape. They got in her way, dangling heavily between her arms and distracting her. "Aha!" she exclaimed. "What's this?" She had spied something out of place. A thin piece of black string, no more than a quarter inch wide and a foot long, dangled from the greasy mouth of a sucker vine. Supergirl pried her fingers inside its slimy lips and tore the thing open with a soggy rip. She tugged out the black thread. Her eyes narrowed. It was a black g- string! There was little doubt who it belonged to, but just to be sure the blond of steel pressed the flimsy rag to her nose and sniffed. Her lips curled, she bared her teeth and snarled. "Pussy, alright," she growled. And not just any pussy. She would know that stink anywhere. Esha! With a scowl Supergirl leapt to her feet, behemoth breasts jouncing. If the bull bitch was still alive, then this ordeal would soon be over and she could get them both off this annoying planetoid once and for all. But if she was dead, then all this trouble would have been for nothing. She might never find the missing vials of universal aphrodisiac. Back on Earth there would be no medal, no hero's welcome. No bounty. And worst of all, President Monroe might not reward her personally. It would be just like that Esha to screw her over one more time, by dying on her. Stealthily, the bad- tempered mammalicious super heroine tracked her prey. A faint but obvious trail of broken stalks led into the forest. It looked like something had jumped Esha in the clearing, overpowered her, and dragged her off. Supergirl pressed on, ready for anything. Anything but what she found. Ahead in the dull faint green glow of the jungle the blond of steel detected a bright halo of green light. That was when she heard it: a low pathetic moaning that made her hair stand on end. Stealthily, the bounteous Super Babe crept forward. She did not like the way the planetoid's gravity made her new body feel. Her breasts, once hard as under ripe cantaloupes, were jiggling and bouncing under the increased gee force. And her thighs of steel felt heavy and thick, rubbing together as she walked. Even her buns of steel were jouncing. The sooner she got off this goddess forsaken rock and started a diet, the better. She approached the source of the bright emerald glow. It was coming from the bottom of a crater-like depression in the earth's surface, about six meters in diameter. The light- source was almost too bright to look at directly. Squinting, Supergirl shaded her eyes and stared downward. The crater was a perfectly formed concave semi- sphere. Its sides were as smooth as glass, slippery with a thin film of nectar. Centered at the very bottom sat a huge, egg shaped cocoon of finely woven vine that throbbed and pulsed like a huge, slow heartbeat. "Mmmmppphhh! Ngggghhh! Ahhhhhhh!" Plaintive cries, almost too animal to be human came from inside the egg. "Esha?!!" cried Kara. "MMMPPHHUUUGGYYYHHHOOOBBBCCHHH" came the reply. Yup. That was Esha alright. Supergirl stood up straight and put her knuckles on her hips triumphantly. SUPERGIRL ON VIOLANTIS PART III The bodacious blond warrior maiden bounded into the glowing crater ready to rip open the giant green cocoon. But before she could grab it, the thing shimmered and pulsated, then opened before her like the petals of some malevolent rose. Even after everything so far on this goddess- forsaken planetoid, Supergirl was shocked at the spectacle that appeared before her now, shimmering in the radioactive light. "Esha?" she gasped. Yes, it was the once- proud blond thief, her arch- nemesis, alright. The mountain- mammed bitch was a mess. Her eyes flickered open at the sound of a voice, but she seemed to have trouble focusing. "Supergirl? I.is..th.that.you?" she gasped. Her words were garbled, as though she were drugged. After a few seconds though, she seemed to revive, and she even started running her eyes lewdly up and down her former victim's new body. Then she grinned evilly. Even in her predicament, she was the same old Esha. "Looks like you've been checkin' out the local cuisine, bitch," she taunted. "Nice. Can't wait to dig my fingers into that fine new mamm meat of yours." "Shut up," sputtered Supergirl, blushing. "You're one to talk." This was true enough. By comparison to Esha, Supergirl was still thin as a super model. The teen of steel-- er, play-dough?-- looked her new captive over. What a disaster. Single thick green tentacles bound Esha's wrists, throat and ankles, holding her spread- eagled in a standing position. A clear stiff white prod, thick around as her wrist and dripping with crystal glycerine, towered up out of the center of the crater straight into the feckless felon's cunt. The thing throbbed like a gasoline pump hose, and Supergirl could see a steady stream of clear thick fluid rising up through it into the captive's belly. Esha was stark naked, except for her black eye mask. But her usually sexy raw body was a grotesque thing to see. Her tits, always major, were humongous now. With each throb of the member in her pussy, jets of milk spurted from her swollen nipples. Her midriff was what was really shocking, though. It was swelled to sixteen times her normal svelt size. The skin was stretched to the bursting point. She looked like a 600 pound blubber queen, except for her still-shapely legs and arms which looked liked toothpicks on that gross body. Her head, never exactly large, looked like a peanut. "What's going on here?" demanded Supergirl. Esha laughed insanely, and the hairs on the back of Supergirl's neck stood on end. "You mean you haven't figured it out?" cackled Esha. "Figured out what, you cellulite slut?" "I always knew you had shit for brains, girl. But this time you're outdoing yourself for dense." Supergirl fumed with rage. It was all she could do to refrain from breaking her arch- foe's neck. Esha was always insulting her intelligence. It wasn't fair. "Never mind, whore," she spat. "I'll deal with your attitude later. Right now, you're going to come back to Earth with me." "I don't think so." "And why not?" "Because He won't let us go anywhere." "He? He Who?" "He who we're standing on, that's who." Supergirl doubtfully looked down at her feet. "You're not making any sense, cunt. There's nobody there." "Of course not. He's not there, he's HERE," said Esha, rolling her eyeballs in a circle. "What the dickens are you talking about?" "Our Host. He's everywhere. He's this whole fucking lump of shit we're standing on. You're such a blockhead. Don't you get it? This isn't a piece of rock. It's a living, breathing organism. The whole fucking thing." "You're mad. That can't be true. And even if it were true, I'm Supergirl. He can't stop me from leaving, not even for a second." "I wouldn't be too sure, darling." Supergirl hated it when Esha called her 'darling.' It brought up bad memories. Worse, it made her pussy wet. Ignoring the distraction, Supergirl struggled to understand. This was all a little too much for her right now. She had all she could handle just trying to get used to her new body. "Why are you so fat?" she demanded, changing the subject. Esha cackled like a witch again, laughing so hard that she went into contractions. "Fat?," she gasped through tears of laughter. "You imbecile, that's not fat. I'm KNOCKED UP!!" Slowly, things began to make sense to Supergirl. The groping vines, the delicious nectars, the changes in her body. The erotic dreams. Maybe Esha was telling the truth. Suddenly, Esha grunted like a stuck pig. "OH SHIT!!" she cried. "What's wrong with you now?" Supergirl taunted snidely. "You gotta pee or something?" "Shit for brains, I'm laying a fucking egg. Help me!" Groaning and heaving, the swollen blond thief pushed and shoved. Awkwardly, Supergirl stood and stared, not knowing what to do. The clear white tube retracted from Esha's pussy, and Supergirl retreated in horror as her enemy's pink love tunnel leered at her with wide gaping lips. In seconds, a pulsating green and red mass began squeezing its way out from Esha's womb. "SHIT! FUCK!" screamed Esha, writhing in pain. COCK-SUCKING WHORE AARRGGGHHHH!" A few minutes and several hundred curses later, the alien egg had squeezed the rest of the way out . It was a green oval, big as a beach ball and covered with throbbing veins and tendons. It plopped out of Esha's yawning vagina and tumbled down to the center of the crater. Supergirl gawked in disbelief as a mouth- like aperture opened in the ground and sucked the egg inward, closing over it with a loud wet smack. "Holy goddess," she muttered. "What the.." "One more for Big Daddy," muttered the exhausted Esha. "How many.." "I lost count after the first six or so. Plenty." "But how?.." "Just think of yourself as a chicken, sweet thing. Big Daddy here is into major egg production. I don't know what he does with the things. Ours is not the reason why." "What is this "ours" garbage?" snapped Supergirl. "He hasn't done that me, and no way he's going to." "Yeah, right." Esha was too wiped out to argue. Already, a new inseminator shoot poked up out of the crater's aperture, rising toward her dripping vagina. "Here we go again," she sighed wearily. "No way," said Supergirl decisively. "We're off of this sick perverted dung heap. RIGHT NOW!" Esha didn't protest. As Supergirl easily snapped the tentacles that held her captive, gathered her in her arms, and lifted off, Esha sighed with relief. The two mighty mammazons squeezed tight together as Supergirl flew them off the evil alien giant's surface. "Cheese fritters, slut. You weigh a fucking ton," complained Supergirl, grunting. Their pneumatic chests crushed together in a tight embrace, and Supergirl had to work hard to ignore the temptation of Esha's plump, sweet lips, mere inches from her own. ************* "I thought you'd see reason," taunted Esha as they landed a few minutes later in a barren, leathery crevice away from the writhing jungle. "Shut up," retorted Supergirl. "Just shut up." "If you take me out of this atmosphere into space, you not only kill me, I explode into a billion pieces of meat," continued Esha. "It'll be as if you never found me at all." Supergirl had to admit that Esha had a point. "Alright. So we just have to put you back into the dimension travel node and shoot your fat ass back to Earth that way." "Nice idea. But the node got destroyed when I crash landed. And don't get any ideas about trying to patch the thing, 'cause Big Daddy here scarfed the whole contraption up." Supergirl was getting really, really pissed. She didn't like it when her missions got all complicated and she had to think too much. She was an action hero, not a fucking egg head. "Well," she said at last. "If nothing else, you're going to take me to the stash of Universal Aphrodisiac you stole, and I can take that back to Earth. I won't get my bounty, but I'll get the satisfaction of saving Earth from your evil plan to turn everyone into a sex addict." "Sorry, blunder blond. No can do." Supergirl seized Esha's throat with one hand and squeezed gently. The mortal human blond gagged, her tongue stuck out, and her eyes bulged. "Take me to the stuff, or I'll ..I'll.." Slowly, Supergirl released the pressure. She just couldn't do it. It went against all her training to kill a human. Gasping, Esha slowly regained her breath. "I was going to tell you," she wheezed. "What?" "The aphrodisiac. All the bottles broke when I landed." "WHAT??!!!" "That's right. Broke, and scattered all over the Host's skin. It all got absorbed into him before I could get any of it back." "Gone! The whole supply, just like that?!" Esha nodded. Supergirl could hardly bear her disappointment. "So that's why this whole space turd acts like a gang of horny bikers," she reasoned, miserably. Esha nodded again. "My tits hurt," whined the sulky super heroine. Her breasts had swollen up full again, a pair to rival Justice Juggs. And they were throbbing. The depressed teenager wrapped her arms around herself and began to sob. This whole mission had turned into a big fat failure. Everything she had set out to do was turning out Big D Disaster. She wanted the hero's welcome back on Earth so bad, just like her cousin Superman always got. Looked like she wasn't going to get it. It was all so, so unfair. "There, there," soothed Esha maternally, wiping a stray tear from her captor's cheek. "I'll help, if you'll let me." Supergirl was too down to protest when Esha seized one of her breasts, pulled it to her lips, and began to suck. The relief was instantaneous, as Esha's expert lips worked the rocky nipple and gulped down Supergirl's milk. Soon the blond teenage maiden was up on her knees, leaning into Esha's mouth, her head thrown back. "Oh!" she cried. "Yes, yes. Suck me! Oh yes, Esha! Suck me HARD! Oooohhhh!" Later, Supergirl lay her head on Esha's shoulder gratefully. The relief was great, but temporary. Already she could feel her breast sacks filling again. "Oh, what am I going to do? My body.. It's so..." "Beautiful,:" said Esha, nibbling the teenager's ear. "Your new bod looks boss, babe. Just like a babe should!" "But I don't WANNA be a babe." "Now, now darling. Things could be a lot worse. And believe me, sweet cheeks, they're about to be." "What are you talking about now," sniffled Supergirl, raising her head. "Look," sneered Esha, pointing to the East. Supergirl followed Esha's finger toward the horizon. The long night was finally ending, and a blood orange fire filled the sky. As the two women watched, the first bump of star rise poked its bald head over the writhing horizon. "No!" gasped Supergirl. "It can't be!" "What's that," crowed Esha gleefully. "I can't HEAR you!" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The doomed girl of steel's heart rending scream ricocheted off the cavern walls. *********************** My detailed analysis of the new breeder proved that everything its predecessor told me was true. Although externally similar, the new one was far more advanced internally, and grew from entirely different genetic matter. My probes located several usable cavities inside her body, all of which would seed reliably. This would make my breeding program much more efficient, since she could easily breed several units at once. Careful study also showed me that the new breeder's species was dependent on solar energy for its considerable power, which it stored in its soft little body in great quantities. That's why it was physically so powerful. However, it only took a little deductive play to conclude that a red star's band width would render this new breeder submissive to my demands, without compromising in the slightest her ability to serve my Master Plan. As soon as I had this brilliant intuition, I changed course toward Orgone. On the way, I ceaselessly entertained the unsuspecting breeder, giving her not a second to think, hiding her in night shadow so she wouldn't figure out what I was doing. It worked perfectly. Soon, I orbited the giant red star, Orgone. And none too soon, either. I really don't think I could have kept my tentacles off her ripe young flesh an instant longer. Slowly, I rotated to allow red star light to fall upon my belly. **************** The buxom blond beauty in the tattered blue and red costume fled through the worm jungle. Every few hundred yards, she would stop, do a deep knee bend, and try to leap into the air. After each pathetic leap, rising never more than thirty feet or so, she would tumble back to ground. Without pausing, she would climb wearily back to her feet and run blindly on. On and on she fled as the sky filled with a giant blood red sun. Everywhere she went, suckers and shoots shot out and groped at the terrified, sweating girl, ripping away pieces of her costume. She fled aimlessly, gasping for breath. Her burning, mountainous chest bucked and heaved. She ran because she knew that to stop, even for a moment, would be to submit to a fate worse than death.? But even mighty Supergirl, weakened by the red sun, could not go on forever. At last, she could run no more. Trembling from exhaustion, she collapsed to her hands and knees. She panted for breath. Sweat glistened on her hot pink flesh. Instantly, a stout tentacle circled her slender throat and flexed. The girl's gorgeous blue eyes bulged as her fingers raked the serpent- like choker, trying desperately to rip it away. She no longer had the strength. Slowly, the wormy tentacle dragged the struggling super heroine into the writhing worm mass. She bucked and gyrated as powerful tentacles gripped her wrists and ankles and yanked her into a spread- eagle. Of her once-proud costume, only a few pathetic shreds of her top remained. The skirt was long gone, leaving her nude from the belly down. A rag of the once-proud red and gold "S" that had once graced her chest flapped limply between her milk- swollen breasts. Rubbery leach nodes shot out from the squirming biomass, latched to her nipples, and sucked powerfully. She screamed in rage. Still the valiant warrior girl wriggled and struggled, never giving up, even as the three inch thick crystal stamen prodded straight up from the ground between her wide spread ankles, dripping slime from the aperture at its bulbous tip. Heroically she writhed as the tumescent tuber bumped against her defenseless cunt, seeking entry. Her hips swung in wide arcs as she tried to escape the inevitable, but she no longer had the strength to break the sinewy vines that bound her. The outcome was inevitable. "UNGH!" The bulb of the thing parted her sopping wet cunt lips and slipped easily inside. Her vaginal muscles, so steely back on Earth that neither man nor machine could breach her, gripped soft and snug around the invading pole. Slowly, deliberately, the glycerine tube began to slide up and down inside her. She bit her lower lip so hard it bled. "Nooo!" she moaned. "Mustn't.. give..in." As the glistening clear tube worked in and out of Supergirl's throbbing pussy, a second worm- like tentacle thrust out of the ground beside it and assaulted her anus. Supergirl shrieked and struggled violently. For a moment, it seemed almost that she might break free. But the grip of the bondage vines tensed again, and the anal intruder rammed home. The soft flesh of her ass jiggled wildly as the probe beat its way brutally into her tight clenched rectum. She fought it with the last of her strength. She did manage to slow it down, but the anal worm was far too powerful for her weakened body. Inch by inch it filled her. Soon it moved inside her almost as freely as the snake in her cunt. Stuffed from both ends, besieged by sexual stimulation and the powerful aphrodisiac that saturated the very body of the living planetoid, the weakened super heroine knew she was doomed. A third thick stamen forced its way into her gaping mouth, choking off her heart rending screams. It fed its way past her tongue, down her throat, all the way into her belly. As orgasm claimed her. Her entire body began to quake and convulse, starting with her toes and moving up the rest of her until she spasmed uncontrollably in her bonds. It looked as if she were being electrocuted. The penetrator shoot in her cunt pulsed. A mass the size of a baseball hurtled up its length and erupted inside the Supergirl's womb. Her belly flesh swelled from the explosive force as the alien seed head burst inside her. Seconds later, another nodule burst inside her anus. Finally, the worm shoot in her mouth orgasmed, exploding inside her stomach. Momentarily satisfied, the trogladyte tentacles withdrew. The raped heroine flopped unconscious to the slimy ground, wallowing in the greasy nectar that leaked from all her orifices. She curled into a fetal position, whimpering pathetically. Super Girl. The one and only. Totally vanquished. Thoroughly inseminated by an alien monster. Esha cackled in triumph and waved at the unconscious victim as she fine tuned the dials on her teleporter and pushed "Enter." Things had worked out exactly as the diabolical villainess had planned. "Ta, ta, darling," sang the cunning thief. "Have a mahvellous time!" Shimmery vibrations engulfed the thief's teleporter. A humming vibration filled the air. It disappeared. ************* EPILOGUE: Supergirl suffered for the better part of an Earth year in the clutches of the Trogladyte Giant, Violantis. It was a time of torture, endless sexual stimulation, and humiliation for the proud blond super heroine, without a doubt. Her body swelled time and time again as alien eggs ripened inside her stomach, rectum, and womb. Every birth seemed to rip her tiny body wide open. But every time, on the brink of total annihilation, the nourishing nectars would revive her and the cycle would start again. Eventually, the trogladyte begat so many offspring by Supergirl that he had his hands full keeping them all in line. They were all over sexed, cruel, and willful just like him. Only his dominant size kept them under control, but already some of the older ones were challenging his authority. So, like any harried parent, just keeping all his gremlins under control took most of his attention. Meanwhile, the blond breeder's body grew fat and soft as egg after egg ripened inside her. By the end of the year, her body looked like a shapeless, stretched out sack. Only the magnificent breasts, whenever full of milk, maintained a shadow of her former nubile teen beauty. With every multiple pregnancy, she seemed to grow more listless and passive, more hopeless, until it looked as though she accepted that she had no purpose in life save to serve her Master, Violantis. One could hardly blame her, under the circumstances. After all, there was no hope of rescue. There she lay, a trillion miles from home, pigging out on poison nectar, cumming endlessly, and producing primo egg after primo egg. But even though Supergirl's body was enslaved, she was still Supergirl. She still had the heart of a lioness, though now the brave pump was trapped inside the body of a cow. Thus it came to pass that Violantis made the same blunder with his young blond sex slave that arrogant males had been doing with her sort for millenia. He took her for granted. He lost any respect for, or memory of her super powers. First Violantis grew bored with his Kryptonian plaything. And then he grew careless. One day, the deep space dweller drifted away from the sheltering red sun surrounded by dozens of his quarreling offspring, almost all of which he had hatched from the captive Supergirl's flesh. Without thinking, the mighty Violantis drifted too close to a hot little yellow sun in the vicinity of Gabrides. Yes, the blond super womb-man had whelped an army of baby trogladytes. Yes, her master's plan for conquering the universe appeared to be right on track. And yes, for over a year, the mighty woman Earth once had known as Supergirl had suffered her body to be distorted, abused, penetrated, and inseminated. Yes, yes evil reader. Even after all of the above, she was still a Super Girl. And shit fire, was she pissed. .END.